Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
He’s a good man. I shake my dazed head. “Not fear. Excitement.”
Draven releases an unsteady breath, his touch sliding down from my breasts, scraping low on my belly, before traveling around to my bottom and gripping the cheeks tight. Releasing, gripping, releasing, gripping. “When is the last time you had an orgasm, little girl?”
That blunt inquiry causes more wetness finds my juncture.
I think back to all the times in my bedroom when I rubbed inside my panties, my sounds of frustration muffled by the pillow. Always chasing that elusive relief that seemed to remain just outside of my grasp. “I…I don’t think I’ve ever had one.”
One of his eyebrows arches. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“How much longer do you think you’ll be one dressed like this?” Draven asks, scooping me off the ground and pinning me hard to the lockers, yanking my knees up around his hips and surging his hips upward between my thighs, rattling the metal locks.
His stiff pike finds a button among my weeping flesh and presses. Hard.
Electricity streaks through me like a current.
I scream.
I scream and claw at Draven’s collar, the most indescribable release soaring down into the deepest regions of my tummy, pulling mystery strings that are connected to places I can’t even name, juice soaking my thong and fishnets so thoroughly, I wet Draven’s fly, but oh God, he doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, it seems to drive him wild and he pumps several more times, his wild, infatuated eyes glued to my face. Watching as he drives, drives, drives me up against the locker, my thighs locked in twin seizures on either side of his hips.
“Why did you have to be so fucking sweet?” He jostles me several more times, further fanning the flames of ecstasy, my whimpers filling the locked room. “Fate brought me a horny little thing to play with, didn’t it? I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”
Hot tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I can’t catch my breath, I’m so overwhelmed by my first climax, elusive for so long. Until this man. This man who I knew would be important to me the moment I laid eyes on him. My body and soul just knew. Now, I cling to him, mewling, struck by a singular kind of clarity when our eyes lock together. Clarity that seems to come from an untapped and unexplored reservoir deep, deep inside of me.
“Draven?”
“Yes, Claire?” he rasps, flattening me to the locker, his mouth moving in my hair, that part of him still so indescribably thick and hard.
“Will you be my Daddy?”
Chapter Four
Draven
“Will you be my Daddy?” Claire hiccups in my ear.
That’s all it takes for me to ejaculate violently in my briefs.
One second, I’m trying to talk myself out of fucking her against these ancient lockers, the next I’m hitting such an intense sexual peak, I lose my sense of sight. The tendons in my throat grow strained from the need to shout, hurting so badly that I just give in, roaring in a foreign combination of victory and shock as I unload so much hot, gluey come, I feel instantly lightheaded. My stomach hollows and twists under the onslaught, my heart hammering seemingly behind my eyes, and I can’t stop staring at Claire. Her beauty and the way she seems so excited by my body’s premature explosion only heightens the insane pleasure, and I break again, again, bellowing hoarsely against her forehead while my balls tighten and spasm.
“Yes,” I answer when I’m finally able, because there is no other possible response, even though I’ve never been someone’s Daddy, or even someone’s boyfriend, nor do I know what the position entails. I only know I want to be important to this girl, and Daddy sounds like just about the most important rank in a young girl’s life. There’s a part of me that knows our relationship is never going to be a typical one after what has transpired tonight, and I don’t care.
In fact, great.
I don’t want to be some normal man to Claire. I want to be…
“Hell yes, I’ll be your fucking Daddy.”
She blinks several times, as if her surroundings are coming back into focus. “I don’t know what made me ask that,” she whispers. “I don’t even really know what it means.”
I plant my forehead against hers, still trying to recover from the blinding orgasm that ran roughshod through my system, my breath coming in pants. “We’re going to find out together.” When she continues to look dazed and bemused, I put my thumb in her mouth and she suckles it automatically. My God, I feel the pull of her involuntary response all the way down in my testicles, a newfound dominance shifting into place inside of me. “Suck my thumb while I explain something to you.”